I continued my exploration of Camila's little pink asshole, my tongue now more insistent, lapping, circling, occasionally dipping inside her, driving her further into a state of distracted arousal. The taste, the texture, the act itself was an aphrodisiac, pushing us both into a realm where only pleasure mattered.
And then realising our time was fleeting, I shifted my strategy.
My fingers, wet from her arousal and my own saliva, found her anus, the tight entrance still pulsing from my earlier ministrations. I pressed one finger against her, the pad of my finger circling her rim before pushing in with a deliberate, firm motion. The initial resistance was followed by the slow, tight embrace of her body, her muscle yielding to my invasion.
"Hnnnn!♡~"
I didn't give her time to adjust; with a second finger, I intensified my assault, pushing both in, stretching her wider.
"Ahhhh!♡~"
